It was this nigga with this black Cutlass
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Named Chris
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He had shot at Cott but he missed
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First Error
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Now he riding in terror
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Over shoulder ever looking
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I told him when he came he should
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Have stayed in Brooklyn
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Reason Being
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They knew that he was kin to Pat Reed
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Pat had lied they believe
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So they looking for them keys
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Now can you see where bragging get ya?
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Them niggas ain't shooting for fun
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They trying to hit ya and
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And dead for real
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Now I'm riding with Phil
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Too drunk to be behind the wheel
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But packing my steel
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Just in case they need the thrill
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Went up to the hill
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It's FreakNik every weekend
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The sirs in the car,
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We need some fucking hoes to get in
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And that's when
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(BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM)
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Ooh wee
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The mutherfucking sounds was enough to kill me
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All I see is niggas running, jumping off in the Chevy's
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Put my finger on my trigger so my nigga I'm ready
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Is that Teddy?
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Slouched over in that Nova my nigga
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Indeed, yes it was
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Guess what, that's Chris cuz
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Yall know what
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Man this shit just ain't gone disappear
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So you better get ya shit
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Cuz it's on down here!
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[Chorus:]
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It's on down here!
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[Repeat 8x]
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[Troy:]
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Yeah, Fuck all yall up North Mutherfuckers, all of them
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Fuck Wu-Tang, Fuck Puffy, Fuck the law
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Whoever the hell, fuck em all
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I knew that Cott was coming back cuz Cott been a fool
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That nigga had a M-16 up at the school
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That nigga one of two
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Mutherfuckers that I know
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That's gone start some fucking shit
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Anywhere he fucking go
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Who the other?
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Cott's brother Kareem
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He 15
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Got the milli 14 with the infa red beam
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And the candy green Lac
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With some duals on the back
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Put some shoes on that bitch
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And they stole all that
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Matter fact, him and Mac
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Every basketball game
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Other niggas came to hang
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But they came to bring the pain
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It's the same out come
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Out come of the ground
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We give a damn where you from
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Mutherfucker lay it down
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[Chorus]
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It's On Down Here
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| Pastor Troy |
